"Who is that woman?" said Emma Fornez immediately. "She is watching us. She doesn't seem pleased. Tant pis!"
"Nan Charters—one of our younger actresses."
"Ah! Good?"
"Yes."
"She is pretty—in a way," said Mme. Fornez, using her lorgnette, without caring in the least that Miss Charters perceived it. "Pas mal—pas mal. Not much temperament—afraid to uncover her shoulders. It is not an actress; it is a woman. You are interested, Teddy?"
"No."
"Oh, avec ça. You are in love?"
"I met her last night for the first time."
"That's not an answer. Yes, you have a guilty look. You are a little taken—she provokes you—these little dolls always do. I will give you good advice; I will help you."
"How?" said Beecher, a bit confused.